"Let's ditch our next class," Harry says, putting his fork down on his metallic plate. It almost sounded as a command. They are in the cafeteria for their first break and he already felt like he was dying. He was thinking about not attending school today and would like to stay at home but he's sure his mum, Anne, would not like that and will surely kill him if he did.
Michael looked at him. "Are you mental, mate? Do you want a trip to the principal's office?" He laughs, as he took another spoonful of his food. Harry can see the other two agree along with him.
"I just want to sleep," Harry says with a tired voice, rubbing his face up and down. No, I really just want to see Niall. The other four boys just gave him a sympathetic look. Harry's been staying up late practicing for their upcoming battle of the bands which is tomorrow. Even at night he was practicing because there's no much time left, he wants this so bad. There's no one to blame really, he really wanted to win so this is none of the boys' fault.
"You can sleep and ditch without dragging us into one of your schemes, Harold." Calum rolled his eyes as he poked out his tongue at him. "We could just cover up for you while you're at it," Luke added, looking at him then nudging Ashton with his elbow. "Yeah, you should rest Harry. You've practiced a lot these days." He frowns.
"You sure you'll cover up for me?" Harry asks, looking at them doubtfully.
"Yes," the four said in unison.
"Okay, just text me if something happens," Harry fights back the grins as he grabs his back pack and starts to walk away.
"Say hi to Niall for me, will ya?" Luke hollers with Calum and Ashton laughing in the background. Harry smirks and pretends he didn't hear that.
x
Harry exactly knew where he was going. It was basic really. He was going to see Niall, the one whom he was courting for almost a year now. Honestly, he was surprised how he managed to wait that long. Before Niall, the period of waiting would probably be only maximum of five months - that was when he wanted to shag the captain of the football team, Liam. But for Niall he was willing to wait, even if it takes forever. But the thing is for almost a year of courting, there aren't any physical contacts, yes they held hands - but that was only when he helped him carry the books back to the library and after that no more. That was just it. He was longing for more, he wants to be able to touch his hand while they're walking, hold his waist to keep him steady when stacking up books, sneakily hug him from behind and steal kisses and just hear him fight back the giggles escaping from his lips cause he's trying to be quiet because they are in a fucking library. He wants to be able to do that all. He wants it now.
When Harry entered the library, he didn't bother closing the door quietly he simply kicked the door shut. As expected, a blonde boy popped out and started walking towards him.
"What the hell Harry? What are you doing here?" Niall asks, his eyebrows furrowed.
Harry just looks at him, eyeing him or eye fucking him if that's what you want to to call that. He looks so beautiful with his cherub face, eyes that he could stare at all day especially when it crinkles when he laughs, thin yet so kissable lips, skin so pale that his cheeks easily turns red and the built body that sinfully drives him crazy. There are so many reasons why he liked him but to sum it up he was the definition of perfect that it put the sculptors into shame.
"U-uhh.. Harry?" Niall trails off looking at him quite unsure of what to do, he shifts his body from side to side when he realizes Harry was checking him out.
"Ah.. I-I was just checking you out," Harry blurts out. Oh fuck. He laughs nervously and added "Oh, I-I meant the book that you're holding." He points out to add emphasis. Niall looks at him then down at his hands.
